My Unborn Baby Chose My Husband for Me novel Chapter 310

However, that mercy was entirely contingent on Landon never crossing his absolute bottom line.

Now that Lucian had a family to protect, his guard against his half-brother was impenetrable.

Furthermore, Landon's sudden and aggressive networking with the Monroe family made his sinister intentions glaringly obvious to Lucian.

Lucian tossed his phone onto the side table and closed his eyes.

Landon...

Did he honestly believe an alliance with the Monroes would be enough to overthrow him?

He was ridiculously naive.

Some things, he could ignore.

But if anyone dared to threaten the people he cherished, he would personally ensure they learned the true, agonizing definition of regret.

He turned his gaze toward Hudson sleeping in the bassinet, and then to Seraphina resting peacefully in bed. The lethal ice in his eyes instantly dissolved into absolute devotion.

...

Landon, however, was far from idle.

He was rapidly accelerating his timeline; sitting around waiting was no longer an option.

The day of the art exhibition arrived with flawless, sunlit weather.

Melody Monroe selected a breathtaking champagne-colored gown, pairing it with delicate pearl earrings.

An understated white gold necklace rested lightly against her collarbone.

It couldn't look like she was trying too hard.

Or so she told herself.

But she also couldn't look too casual.

Her phone buzzed. It was a text from Landon: [I'm here. Waiting at the front door.]

Taking a deep breath to steady her nerves, Melody grabbed her designer clutch and stepped outside.

This was her golden opportunity, and she refused to let it slip through her fingers.

A sleek black Maybach sat idling in front of her villa. Landon leaned casually against the car door, dressed in a sharp, dark grey tailored suit over a crisp dress shirt. He skipped the tie, projecting an aura that was equal parts refined and effortlessly cool.

Seeing her approach, a charming smile touched his lips. He pulled open the passenger door.

Melody maintained a flawless, enigmatic smile, while Landon played his part with devastating naturalness. He leaned in close, whispering into her ear, creating the ultimate illusion of intimate devotion.

A bold reporter pushed forward, thrusting a camera in their direction. Rather than brushing them off, Landon stopped and obligingly posed for several shots.

"Mr. Langford, and who might this stunning lady be?" the reporter probed eagerly.

Landon let out a soft chuckle, gazing down at Melody with a look so tender it was practically Oscar-worthy. "My date."

Those two words were the perfect blend of tantalizing ambiguity and undeniable class.

Knowing exactly when to back off, the reporter snapped a final photo and retreated, leaving the couple to enjoy the event.

As they strolled deeper into the gallery, the ambient lighting dimmed, leaving brilliant spotlights to illuminate the artwork.

It was then that Melody realized Landon wasn't entirely clueless about contemporary art—he flawlessly identified several artists and the years their pieces were completed.

"Since when did you become an art connoisseur?" Melody asked, genuinely intrigued.

"I crammed for three straight days just for today," Landon admitted without a hint of shame.

Looking at his deadpan expression, Melody suddenly realized that Landon Langford was far more fascinating than she had ever given him credit for.